Forbidden Forest

The Forbidden Forest (or Dark Forest) is a huge wooded area that borders the grounds of Hogwarts. As would be expected given the name, the forest is prohibited to students, unless they are sent here as a detention assignment or for Care for Magical Creatures lessons. Few students willingly venture into the forest, because there are many dangerous creatures lurking in here. Occasionally, though, detention is served here.

There has been a recent discovery of black Périgord truffles in the edges of the Forest.

Beware Of The Dangerous Denizens Of The Forest!Creatures In The Forest (not all are dangerous, but if you still wish to proceed, do so with extreme caution!):

Melaena and Logan

Melaena had begun to prod the embers of a fire lit both to keep her warm and provide a source of light during this endlessly dark hour. Turning toward the limp form of Logan Kingsley, Melaena admired her work; she had tied Logan up so tightly to the ground that the circulation had begun to cut off at the end his limbs. The woman chose to patiently wait until the man woke and in the meantime, took care of what remained of the small fire.

Logan took a moment to stir, trying to shuffle around but, and it was what fully woke him up, found himself unable to do so. Opening up his bleary eyes, with a pounding head, he found himself staring up at a canopy of trees and could just see the night sky. His hands and feet were numb and he could barely move them. Moving his head, he tried to get a bearing of his surroundings. The first thing Logan saw was the fire. The flames. Then the figure of a stranger. Flexing his muscles, he tried to at least loosen his bonds. He was a boxer, surely he was strong enough? Apparently not. "Is this some sick joke?" He asked. There was no point in keeping silent.

Melaena rose slowly from her stooped position by the fire, finally revealing the most tasteful little black gown she owned. It was like she had something else to attend to this evening, aside from Logan. "Does it look like I'm joking?" she earnestly inquired and plucked a small whisker basket with a lid from a tree stump near the fire. "Do you know much about rats?" she murmured as she reached in and produced a rather large brown rat in her right hand.

Logan, though rather thick (he blamed it on the amount of times he was hit on the head), was beginning to think. There'd been strange deaths occurring here and there. Death at St. Mungos. A girl killed in a forest. Someone blown to pieces somewhere in Diagon alley (or was it knockturn? Logan couldn't remember). "Not really," he responded, shifting around again when he saw the rat. God he hated those things. "Who the f-ck are you?"

Melaena grew tired of having to answer who she was to her victims so she opted not to listen and moved rather calculatingly toward the man, the basket of rats in one hand and the brown one that still squirmed in her other hand. "Did you know that rats will chew through anything - lead, cinderblock, wood, glass," she said rather matter-of-factly and gazed upon the befuddled rodent. Melaena set the basket down and slipped the rat safely back inside before her dark eyes found Logan in what remained of the light the fire provided. She then produced a small cage that had the bottom sawed off and was secured on either side with a belt. Something of her own wicked creation. The female stopped and gently touched Logan's chest, her finger nails tapping at the muscle beneath the shirt. "Rats will even chew through flesh to ensure their survival," she dispelled and then dressed the man with the contraption, moving her hands delicately underneath his back to secure the belt in place. "Did you know the London Tower had a room called the Rat's Dungeon? Right here in England. Fascinating."

Logan had known that actually. He'd watched 1984 and other horror movies that he was familiar with this. Struggling more, he was trying desperately to at least and try and loosen the bonds. "Please...please don't do this. Do you want money? I can get you money," it was the first thing that slipped out of his mouth, "you don't even know me." God, his nephews and nieces had already lost their father. Now...they were going to lose their uncle.

"I don't need your money," she replied with a casual shrug of her right shoulder, which caused the cloak she wore to fight off the cold to slip down. Both currency and fabric were trivial things. Melaena opened the basket and carefully unloaded three rats into the trap that was secured to Logan Kingsley's body and closed the small door in the top. Getting up swiftly, the raven-haired female hummed a gentle tune as she moved to the fire to gather hot embers and just as quickly returned to his tied down form. The serial killer unloaded the coals onto the top of the basket - the heat still intense enough to sear at his skin and drive the rats into a frenzy of panic.

Chris and Elysia

Padding through the forested woods, an old haunting ground of his, he moved through the fall mist silently. Chris leapt up into the branches, crouching down to wait for an unsuspecting student to come wandering by. He was in a playing mood... whatever that means.

Elysia wasn't the usually one to break the rules, but as of recently she's learned how peaceful the Forbidden Forest is. So, she can't help but sit and lean on a large tree not too deep in the forest and read a book she had just barely started.